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Post by Helene2Troie on Jul 20, 2009 11:02:34 GMT -5
Awnes Sanders felt like grabbing the merchant's shoulders and shake him until his eyes popped out. She successively closed and relaxed her fists, which did not calm her one bit.
"So... You're telling me... That because of your... carelessness... You wrote the wrong number and description on my order, and I'm now the proud owner of..."
Her face suddenly twisted. She refused to say it.
"Sorry, but you know the company policy. No refunds. Plus, are you aware of how much trouble I could get into if the authorities found out I smuggled some...", started to justify the merchant- an oily man in his forties.
Awnes hissed.
"I don't give a Sky Shark's turd about your situation! I refuse this... shipment. Take it back, I don't want it."
"Hey hey hey... Now, Miss, let's consider the situation. You gave my company a rather large order for a rather illegal product. We wouldn't want anyone to find out about this, would we?"
"Dragging me to the police isn't in your best interest. I'll turn your "company"in faster than you can say "Give me a refund now."", threatened Awnes.
"Here's my piece of advice, miss. You take your shipment now. You be happy with what you've been given. And I don't tell my boys next to the pillar behind you to do something... regrettable."
Awnes turned and felt her knees begin to shake. Three of them, who looked like tough brawlers.
"Fine, fine! I'll take it!", she spat.
The merchant nodded. He reached down to grab a small wooden crate. He opened it.
Awnes could barely keep in her scream of frustration. How could she have been suckered like that! She had given an order to his company, yes. It had cost her all her money. She had ordered some Terra Rex endangered peacocks, which she would have sold for a small fortune at Terra Neon. But instead of peacocks...
A bird head poked out of the crate. The animal crooned.
"If it makes you feel better, miss, it's worth just as much as a peacock. It's one of those fancy animals from the Wastelands. Will replace any guard dog. It's got teeth, lookie...."
The merchant seized the head of the bird and opened his beak. Awnes saw a row of small, sharp teeth.
It was too much. She felt like breaking out into a wild fit of sobbing.
"It's a damn CHICKEN!", she burst, yelling her rage at the top of her lungs.
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Post by bgjths on Jul 25, 2009 19:21:00 GMT -5
Outside the bar, two mangled looking skimmers set down. The two pilots one male, the other female disembarked and made their way to the bar. The male decided now was the time to remind the other of their current situation.
"We don't have any money remember? So why are we stopping at a bar?" Jeff said to Vezeel. "You better not be planning to rob the place!"
"What I'm planning is to get some alcohol into my system before I snap and I'm going to do so with these-" Vezeel unzipped the top half of her uniform and pulled out a series of Grey papers from her cleavage.
Jeff was about to ask what she had when he noticed the word WINNER written on each one. "Oh right, I forgot about that contest."
Vezeel fanned herself with the tickets. "That's right, I've been saving them for an emergency and six weeks without beer is definitely an emergency."
"Alright fine, I guess we can take a short break." Jeff sighed. "Just don't drink yourself stupid and try to stay out of trouble."
"Since when have I ever caused any trouble?" Vezeel asked in an innocent voice as they walked to the bar.
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Post by Helene2Troie on Aug 27, 2009 0:33:04 GMT -5
Awnes walked into the bar, dragging behind her a chicken on a leash. She tried to ignore the smirks and hoots and made her way towards the bar. The chicken followed with a clumsy step.
She let herself fall on one of the bar stools.
"Barman, get me something strong. Something like... what's in that bottle over there...", ordered Awnes, pointing at a dusty glass bottle.
"Pineapple Juice?!", burst the barman, taking the bottle.
Awnes shuddered.
"No, nevermind, anything but."
While Awnes was trying to make up her mind as to what exactly she wanted (any drink that didn't remind Awnes of *her* would do), the bar doors creaked open. Seeing the barman's eyes had suddenly gone round, Awnes turned around to face the strangers. Wow.
"Never seen people quite that big before. Whadda you think their momma put in *their* soup?", muttered an old man sitting next to Awnes.
The young woman turned in her seat. Wow. These two were perfect. Perfect goons. Let's see if the guy wouldn't give her the peacocks now... He he he...
"Hey, you two, come on over here so I can buy you a drink!", she offered.
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Post by bgjths on Aug 27, 2009 15:39:50 GMT -5
The second Vezeel had heard the words "Free" and "drink" she was at the bar in under a second. "I'll have an extra large mug of the strongest stuff you have." She turned to Jeff who had followed after her. "You want anything?"
"We're just here so you can get a drink and then be on our way, remember?"
"I'll take that as 'No, I'm too busy thinking of my girlfriends butt to care'." Vezeel replied. "More for me then."
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Post by Helene2Troie on Aug 28, 2009 3:48:25 GMT -5
"So... What are you? Sky Knights? Cyclonians? Mercenaries?"
Awnes watched, amazed, as the woman quaffed down an entire pint. She was about to continue interrogating them, but she was somehow mesmerized by how much alcohol the woman was about to ingurgitate.
"Uh...so... uh..."
Her brown eyes watched on, almost in horror, as Vezeel's hand grasped a second pint. Well, there went her savings. Would teach her not to offer drinks in the future.
"Would you be interested in some lucrative venture? ", she suddenly burst.
****
Meanwhile, in a dark alley....
"Ha! You should have seen her face when I showed her the chicken! Oh man, that was something to live for. A memory I'll always cherish, that was...", laughed an oily man in his forties.
"She got what was coming. Never liked her, that brat. Thinks she can get anything just 'cause she paid. Can you believe it?", mused his partner, a red-head with extraordinary thick eyebrows.
"Well, she'll be getting that chicken for now. Now, Bert, I say we sell those peacocks in Confido. These peasants probably never see anything like it, they'll pay a lot for 'em..."
"You're kidding me? No way. Cyclonians can pay way more, plus I hear they're out and about looking for feathers nowadays..."
"Cyclonians looking for feathers? What the Wastelands got into your pin-head?"
The two petty criminals were thus discussing when they felt a cold hand grab the back of their neck.
"Aaaaarg-"
"Ah. Boo-ooob and Bert. How we meet yet again. Where's the chicken?"
Bob looked at Bert who looked back at Bob.
"Chicken? What chicken?", crooned Bob.
"Since it's not with you-ooo, I assu-ooome you-ooo idio-oots soo-ooold it. Who-ooo has it?", placidally asked the mysterious person. His strange way of dragging out the "o" and "oo" grated on Bob's nerves.
"A woman, brown eyes, messy hair, plump...", started Bert.
"Went towards Main Street. I'm sure she went to the bar.", whined Bob.
"Goo-ood. In that case, have a nice day. Thank yo-oooou once again fo-ooor selling my preciou-ooos chicken. Which I had intrusted to yo-oooou.", finished their agressor.
The person's silly voice and accentuation made these last few words not as ominous as they should have been. Which is why Bert answered-
"Well, glad you got over it so fast. We told you where the girl was, so, no hard feelings, right?"
In the darkness, the myserious character smiled. In a few hours, the police would fing two tangled corpses.
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Post by bgjths on Aug 28, 2009 12:45:20 GMT -5
Vezeel finished her drink before and spoke. "Who do you want me to kill and how much does it pay? She asked eagerly, hoping to finally have something to do.
Jeff had an objection. "Vezeel, we're just here to get a drink and then we'll be going."
"We don't have any money and we need it badly." She took another drink before continuing. "Besides, fuel and supplies aren't free."
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Post by Helene2Troie on Aug 29, 2009 7:14:02 GMT -5
Awnes smiled what she hoped to a be reassuring "I-m-really-a-good-person-and-I-intend-to-pay-you-after-you-do-this-for-me" kind of grin.
"Well, you see... A man thought he could fool me. Instead of giving me what I had bought, he gave me... this."
She looked down towards her feet. The chicken returned her glare and parted his beak in what ressembled a smile.
"So what I..."
Awnes didn't get to finish her sentence. The doors of the tavern banged open, and a thin, long man entered. He was dressed in black from head to toe, and was followed by four goons. And the goons looked nearly as big as hers. Awnes's eyes went round. Holy Wastelands. That guy was looking for someone, and whoever it was, he was about to meet a sorry end.
"Where's the girl with the chicken?!", hollered the man.
Awnes choked on her drink.
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Post by bgjths on Aug 31, 2009 14:03:13 GMT -5
Jeff and Vezeel glanced at the mystery man. Then they glanced over at Awnes and then at the mans goons. "I'll take the ones on the left, you take the ones on the right and whoever wins first gets Dracula." Vezeel stated and stood up, Jeff doing the same.
"Yo, count fagula!" Vezeel called over to the mystery man. "Some of us are trying to have a quiet drink, the last thing we want to see is you chocking your chicken." Jeff smacked his forehead, Vezeel always knew just what to say.
"Wow Vezeel, what amazing negotiation skills you have."
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Post by Helene2Troie on Sept 6, 2009 8:06:58 GMT -5
"Count Fagula" turned at the sound, and caught sight of the trio. His eyes became round as he saw the chicken.
"I won't be choo-oocking on the chicken if you-oo gave it to-oo me. Hand it oh-oover, I'm willing to pay you-ooo fo-ooor it."
His gaze was then pointedly directed at his goons. Who, sensing in his look a hint, flexed their substantial biceps.
"No-ooo need fo-oor vio-oolence.", lightly threatened "Dracula".
The old man next to Awnes tried to muffled his laugh in his mug.
"D'you think that accent is for real? Who does he think he is?", he muttered under his breath.
Awnes herself was having a hard time keep her composure.
"Hand o-hoover the chicken, miss.", ordered the man in black.
Awnes raised a single eyebrow. She quickly evaluated her forces (Vezeel and Jeff), against his (four poor souls who had no idea what was coming to them). She smirked.
"There's no way in the Wastelands you're getting that chicken."
A part of her mind was wondering why she WANTED the chicken. Wasn't she about to trade him to a butcher for a few coins? Awnes had never grown out of her spoiled kid phase. She didn't want the chicken. Until someone else wanted it. She didn't give a Sky Shark's turd about the bird, as long as that stupid-sounding man didn't get it. Plus, if he desired the chicken... It had to be good, right? Better than some worthless peacocks! She placed one of her long hands on her hip, the smile not leaving her face.
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Post by bgjths on Sept 8, 2009 5:05:50 GMT -5
Jeff assessed the situation carefully. The cloaked stranger hadn't ordered his men to attack, even after Vezeel had insulted him to the best of her abilities. So he decided to try reasoning with the man. "Well if it's the chicken you want then we'll gladly hand it over if it means-" Vezell promptly clamped a hand over his mouth.
"What my friend means is that we'll gladly hand over the chicken. But first we need to know how much you're willing to pay before we decide anything."
Vezeel thought carefully what to say next while Jeff tried to remove her hand from his mouth. "My friend here is searching for his lady love Ravess. Unfortunately we don't have any supplies and our skimmers are about to dissolve into metal shillings. So whatever you're offering had better be allot."
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Post by Helene2Troie on Sept 9, 2009 8:56:08 GMT -5
Awnes followed the exchange, and her confidence seemed to dwindle. Her hand left her hip to grab the chicken, holding him close, almost protectively. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! What do you think you're doing? First, it's MY chicken! Second... You're supposed to be MY goo- employees.", she addressed to Vezeel and Jeff.
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Post by bgjths on Sept 11, 2009 21:53:16 GMT -5
Vezeel glanced over at Awnes. "The guy is willing to give us huge sum of money in exchange for a chicken. How can we not refuse?" She then rubbed her chin in thought. "Tell you what, you hand the chicken over and we'll give you a portion of what he's paying us.
Jeff finally managed to get her hand off his mouth. "Damnit Vezeel that... Not a bad idea actually."
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Post by Helene2Troie on Sept 20, 2009 4:41:06 GMT -5
"A *portion* ?! A PORTION?! It's my damn chicken, I sure as the Wastelands ain't getting a PORTION!", screamed Awnes. She was now holding on to the chicken even tighter. "Tell you what... YOU.", she started, pointing her chin in the darkly dressed man's direction.," are not getting that chicken. Unless..." She seemed absorbed by some metal math. "You pay me about one thousand." "And YOU...", she continued, glaring at Jeff and Vezeel, "forget about that deal. It's obvious you're working for your own interests, not mine." "Ooooone tho-oooosand. All right then. Ooooone thooosand.", spoke up the man, to everyone's surprise. "Whatcha playing at, sir? It's a chicken, you could buy yourself a fully equipped ship with that much money! Don't be stupid!", yelled the old man at Awnes's side. (yeah, him once again. ) "That's what I'm counting on...", muttered Awnes. "I said oooone thooosand. I am a man of my wooooord. Oooobvioooosly thoooough, I doooo nooot have the moooney with me at the mooooment. Please fooooollooow me, miss." Awnes gave a start. She hadn't expected to have to follow him. After all, HE still had goons. She had just dismissed hers. "Uh... Vezeel? Jeff?", she tried feebly, trying her best to look pathetic.
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Post by bgjths on Sept 20, 2009 20:28:49 GMT -5
Vezeel crossed her arms and sneered. "Noooo we're just two selfish assholes working for our own interests and not yours. That and you did kind of fire us. Let me consult with my partner."
Vezeel and Jeff huddled together and whispered to each other. They occasionally glanced back at the two parties before talking to each other again. Then they reached a conclusion.
"OK here's what's going to happen." Started Jeff. "We'll work as your bodyguards for as long as you promise to pay us. My first piece of advice to you is not to trust Mr tall dark and scary over there." Jeff pointed his thumb over at the cloaked man.
"Yeah, I've met people like him before," Vezeel commented. "They seem nice but they often use that to hide something. Usually the bodies they have under their floorboards. They almost got me quite a few times too."
Jeff cracked his knuckles. "So it's settled then. Let's take out the trash." He made for one of the goons but was stopped by Vezeel.
"Wait, let my try something before we start a fight." Vezeel then glanced over at the cloaked man and gave a seductive smile. "Hey there." She began slowly walking over to him, a slight wave in her attractive hips. "Why don't you forget about some stupid chicken and let me introduce you to something more worth your time."
Vezeel then unzipped the top of her uniform and showed off some cleavage. All eyes were on her at this point. "I'm sure if you leave without a fight I can somehow make it worth your while." With that she wrapped her arms around the mans neck and pulled him in for a first hand view. "So what do you say?" She breathed heavily into his ear.
Jeff rubbed his forehead. Not this again.
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Post by Helene2Troie on Sept 22, 2009 8:00:44 GMT -5
The man's eyes went wide. He seemed to hesitate for about a moment, but suddenly snapped back to his cool exterior.
"I fear yooo misunderstand me. I only proooopoooose a peacefoool exchange. Nooo need fooor booodyguards, miss. Noooor.... Such insidioooos tactics...", he announced, throwing a wistful look at Vezeel.
"I guess he's right. Let's follow him to the bank or whatever. I'll give you... twenty, okay?", proposed Awnes.
"Let's hurry, hurry, miss. Foooollooow me noooow, with yooor little friends...."
Awnes shrugged and followed, hoping to bargain with Vezeel and Jeff later.
The man, followed by his goons, led them down the street. He walked and walked, until they had reached a seedier part of the town. The streets were getting more and more narrow, and it was hard to see the stones under all the trash and sooty mud.
Awnes gave a dainty shudder, and was thankful for Vezeel's and Jeff's presence.
"Hey, wait a minute, what do you think you're doing? There's no way I'm getting deeper in those slums. Where's my money?", protested Awnes.
The man gave a sidelook at Awnes, accompanied by a smile that was too wide to be considered like the grin of a sane person.
"Give the chicken. Give the chicken and I'll give yoooo the moooooney."
Awnes, clutching the chicken, backed down, only to bump into Vezeel and Jeff.
"He's getting creepy, what do we do?", whispered Awnes.
[OOC: Feel free to play the oooo guy, by the way, I guess he's sort of an NPC]
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Post by bgjths on Sept 23, 2009 19:46:40 GMT -5
Vezeel was looking around the narrow streets for signs of trouble. This was the perfect place for an ambush. "Well, my advice is to head back the way we came before this guy tries anything."
"I'm more curious as to why he wants the chicken so badly. Is it a prized pet or something?" Jeff asked curiously.
Vezeel looked at the chicken. "That's a good question which we can find the answer once we get out of here."
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Post by Helene2Troie on Sept 23, 2009 23:05:28 GMT -5
"Okay then... We're going to head back to the cleaner part of town. We'll just all go to the Central Atmosian Bank and you'll....", announced Awnes, slowly backing away from the man and his goons.
"No."
Awnes stopped. The No she wasn't expecting. But she also noticed something seemed off somehow.... What had happened to the man's speech defect?
"Give me the chicken now.", ordered the tall man.
"Wow wow wow... One more step towards us, and you can kiss the chicken goodbye!", threatened Awnes.
The chicken, as if aware to what was going on around him, crooned.
The man jerked his head to the left, and two goons moved towards the small huddled group composed of Awnes, Vezeel, and JEff.
"Crap crap crap...", swore Awnes.
"STOP RIGHT NOW! GET AWAY FROM THE CHICKEN, YOU ARE SURROUNDERED!", suddenly rang a voice. The voice sounded as if it was amplified by a megaphone.
All of them turned around, only to come face to face with an entire squadron of cylonian soldiers. They looked like soldiers from the Special Units, all dressed in special padded suits. They pointed their guns in a business-like manner at all of them, but there was a certain uneasiness about them.
"OKAY, YOU SIR IN BLACK, BACK IT OFF, YOU GIRLIE, HAND OVER THE CHICKEN."
"I've got to be dreaming. This can't be happening.", muttered Awnes.
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Post by bgjths on Sept 24, 2009 17:04:50 GMT -5
Vezeel and Jeff watched the scene in the background until Vezeel noticed something about the Talon soldiers. "Hey I know who you guys are!" Vezeel stepped into the light where everybody could see her. "You're part of my old special forces unit. I was wondering what had happened to you guys when Cyclonis sicked those Nightcrawlers on me and Jeff."
The Talons immediately recognized Vezeel when she stepped into the light. Some of them even stood at attention and saluted. "We thought you were dead mam."
Jeff cleared his throat behind her. Vezeel sheepishly rubbed the back of her head and took on a military pose. "As of this moment you are back under my command and your first order is to tell me why everybody is so interested in that chicken.
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Post by Helene2Troie on Sept 28, 2009 9:51:37 GMT -5
"Ma'am, we...", started one of the soldiers.
"You're telling her?! This is top secret stuff, and for all we know, she's on Master Cyclonis's "To Kill Slowly" list!", whispered hurriedly another soldier.
"Hey, it's commander Vezeel we're talking about."
"We can trust her, right?"
"She trained us, plus there's no way I'm fighting against HER..."
The soldiers had now split into two camps- one scabbling with the other in snappy mutters.
The man in black raised an eyebrow. He looked at his goons, and nodded slowly.
"Ooookay, grab the chicken", he ordered quietly.
The goons advanced on Awnes, whose brown eyes widened.
"THAT'S IT! BACK AWAY FROM MY CHICKEN, ALL OF YOU!", she suddenly screamed.
In her anger, she had lifted the chicken, almost like a weapon, or rather in a threatening manner.
In a simultaneous move, both the tall man and his goons and Vezeel's unit backed away.
"Ma'am, back away, quick!", counseled a faithful soldier.
"Drooop the chicken, miss. Sloooowly drooop the chicken..."
Awnes, amazed at their reaction, looked down at the chicken. The chicken met her glare with a steady, intelligent look. Still, though. A chicken look.
"What is the matter with all of you!? It's a CHICKEN!"
"Hmm hmmm... right right.... now, please miss, do NOT brandish like that, uh? Let's not cause any trouble, okay?"
Then, as if the situation wasn't complicated enough to start with, another platoon of soldiers entered the now crowded streets. They all bore energy swords, and had their squadron insigna painted on their armor.
"Hey hey hey! All right everyone, you're under arrest by the Sky Knight Council! Drop your weapons, and you girl... sloooowly drop the chicken..."
The man in black and the cyclonians seemed to exchange a smirk for a split second. A split second later, both groups were attacking the Sky Knights.
Awnes stood frozen as bullets skimmed by, and screams rang in the narrow street.
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Post by bgjths on Sept 29, 2009 15:50:17 GMT -5
Jeff and Vezeel immediately joined them battle. One Sky Knight charged Vezeel only to have his face ripped off the second he got within arms reach.
Jeff charged another and sliced his arm off. The Sky Knight promptly rolled around on the ground screaming.
"Now I know theres something hidden inside that chicken." Vezeel stated as she shot another Sky Knight.
"It's probably some super rare crystal." Was Jeff's replay as he kicked a Sky Knight into a pile of garbage.
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Post by Helene2Troie on Sept 30, 2009 6:47:47 GMT -5
"Whatever it is, they all want it, and I'm giving it to the highest bidder!", answered Awnes.
"WHO WANTS THE CHICKEN? THE OFFER STARTS AT A THOUSAND? WHO SAYS MORE? COME ON, A BEAUTIFUL CHICKEN IN ITS PRIME AND-"
Awnes plunged, the "chicken in its prime" with her, narrowly escaping a bullet.
"Get the chicken!", ordered the Sky knight leader.
"Team, grab the bird!", snapped the Cyclonian lieutenant.
"I want that bird!", declared the man in black, which his goons took as an order.
"Things were much better when they were fighting it out amongst themselves...", grumbled Awnes.
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Post by bgjths on Oct 1, 2009 17:48:05 GMT -5
(Anyone else can join of they want.)
As the three groups advanced on the woman with the chicken Vezeel put two fingers in her mouth and blew as hard as she could. "Alright that's enough!" She yelled at the top of her lungs.
The three groups immediately stopped and looked at Vezeel who immediately started talking.
"Do any of you even know what kind of crystal is inside the chicken? Of if there is even anything inside it at all?
"I for one have no intention of starting a fight for something that might not even exist! So lets call a truce for the moment and see if there is anything to gain from all of this." Vezeel finished.
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Post by Helene2Troie on Oct 5, 2009 11:27:18 GMT -5
Silence fell over the scene.
"Wait a minute... You have no idea what this chicken is... What it means?!", burst a Sky Knight.
"I can't believe it. How did you get your hands on it in the first place if you didn't know... I mean, you can't just acquire a random chicken like that...", mumbled another Sky Knight.
"Apparently, you can.", snapped Awnes.
"Who cares if they know or not? Chicken's ours!", suddenly yelled a voice from seemingly nowhere.
Just what this silent crowd needed to spring back into mayhem.
"This bird is the possession of the SKY KNIGHT COUNCIL AND WE CLAIM IT AS-"
Whatever pompous Sky Knight was talking, a crystal bullet hit him right in the face.
"Oookay. I saw it first. I get it.", simply announced the man in black.
"Just try it, smart guy, me and this commando are taking this bird...", threated a cyclonian.
"Wait a minute! This woman suggested a truce! Let's comport like civilized people and reach an agreement once and for all!", yelled a Sky Knight.
The fighting seemed to slow to a stop. All turned to face him.
"What kind of agreement?"
Awnes was already opening her mouth to suggest a price for the chicken, when the Sky Knight continued his speech.
"We all want the chicken, right? The reasons, being, of course, *top secret*.", he summarized smugly, looking down upon Vezeel.
"Yeah, so what, Knighty?"
"I daresay, we might never agree upon who gets the bird. However, I think he can all agree upon the fact that it clearly doesn't belong to that girl and these two... *hrrrm* whatever they are."
Thick silence once again. No one dared to move, staring at the speaking Sky Knight. It took a while for his message to reach their brains.
"What are you all waiting for? Whoever gets the chicken KEEPS the chicken!", yelled the Sky Knight.
All at once, the Sky Knights, cyclonians, and the man in black's goons rushed towards Vezeel, Jeff and Awnes.
"AAaaargh.", screamed Awnes, right before starting to sprint as fast as she could in the opposite direction.
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Post by bgjths on Oct 6, 2009 16:52:43 GMT -5
Vezeel and Jeff immediately took off after Awnes. Vezeel hadn't taken too kindly to the betrayal of her old troops as she yelled back at them while running.
"You backstabbing traitors! You better pray I never catch you alone, I'll tear your limbs off! Every last one of you!"
Jeff decided to interrupt her ranting. "We need to find a place to hide."
"Alright, just let me look around for...THERE!" Vezeel turned into an even more narrow alleyway and the other two followed.
The crowd caught up and turned into the alleyway before heading out into the street. When the last pursuer was out of sight Vezeel jumped down from a ledge with Awnes in her arms. Jeff followed suit.
"Good thing you didn't teach them everything you know." Jeff stated.
Vezeel put Awnes down. "Luckily I installed exploitable weaknesses in my men. Just in case they turn on me."
"Now lets see what all the fuss is about."
Jeff was apparently one step ahead of Vezeel because he was holding the chicken upside down and trying to shake the crystal out.
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Post by Helene2Troie on Oct 7, 2009 9:01:22 GMT -5
They all stared anxiously at the chicken, waiting to something. Anything.
But nothing happened, except for the chicken's muffled squawks and desperate beating of wings.
"That was anticlimatic.", sourly remarked Awnes, "what say you we open it? Maybe if it's a crystal, it's in its stomach or something..."
She reached for a small dagger she kept attached to her belt, moving in on Jeff and the chicken.
The bird stared at the knife. He looked up into Awnes's eyes. He smiled. Or no, how could he have? Animals don't smile like humans do. They simply show their teeth. Which is what the chicken did.
Right before biting deep into Jeff's hand.
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